I started writing the second draft of my novel about three months ago, and I'm absolutely rubbish at it.
I started writing the second draft of my novel about three months ago, and I'm absolutely rubbish at it.
Not "oh, I'm being modest" rubbish. Genuinely, objectively terrible. My adjectives are cliche. I look at a sentence and it seems to be
How far I've come over the course of the last month in regards to the impossible list of goals I've set for myself.
I started writing the second draft of my novel about three months ago, and I'm absolutely rubbish at it.
How far I've come over the course of the last month in regards to the impossible list of goals I've set for myself.
I was standing in a queue at my local post office the other day
How far I've come over the course of the last month in regards to the impossible list of goals I've set for myself.
You know that moment when you catch yourself saying something completely mental and wonder how you got there?